Every city should have a police chief, and a gangster godfather, representing the manifestation of light and darkness in the human world, one side presides over justice, and the other hand wields evil, all the stories of oppression and resistance are basically based on these two points, which is a microcosm of human civilization.

This is true of every city, including the famous metropolis of New York, and this ancient cycle continues after the new era of human civilization, of course, the godfathers of the gangs are now much more civilized, and they will never send gunmen to collect protection money from house to house in broad daylight.

Only the thugs do that, and they want a more valuable, but also more dangerous business.

Manhattan's West Village, known as the most literary place in New York, has given birth to many poets, writers and scientists, as well as a hundredfold number of addicts, and even those who are glamorous on the outside may secretly be part of this huge group.

The amount of poison X consumed here every week is staggering, so amazing that the gangster emperor Jin Ji, who currently has a monopoly on the drug X business in New York, needs to send someone to trade here, and it is very worthwhile to make deals with these high-class people with secrets, they are generous, and sometimes there are even surprises.

So Jin He has always sent his most trusted people to do this, and a lot of bad things have happened in New York recently, and Jin Ji, who has lost a large piece of territory, has paid more and more attention to the hen that can only lay golden eggs in his hand.

The drug X trade sounds tall and fashionable, but in fact they are no different from other wholesalers and retailers, but they are just cloaked in darkness and force.

"It's next week's order! The price won't go up, thank you for the kindness of Boss Kim." ”

In the cargo hold of a medium-sized truck, five heavily armed gangsters are trading with their "retailers", and it is dark outside, it seems that in this dark night, this kind of black business is more appropriate, in short, 80% of the transactions are actually completed in the dark.

However, during this period of time, whether it is a gangster with armed force or a retailer wielding banknotes, his face is a little panicked and cautious, like a mouse crawling out of the hole to forage for food, for fear of being pressed to the ground by a certain raging big cat, and eating it clean.

"That's last week's money!"

A middle-aged man who looked like he was in high society snapped his fingers, and his entourage threw a black suitcase to the gangsters opposite, who opened it and saw that it was full of banknotes, and they didn't even need to point it, and the other party handed over a larger box.

"Mr. Kim is very pleased with your cooperation, Mr. Rudolph. ”

One of the gangsters, a bookkeeper with shiny combed hair, whispered, "We're going to give you twice as much as next month." ”

The middle-aged man who sat opposite, as if attending the ball instead of making a dirty deal, did not rejoice at the good news, on the contrary, he touched his well-groomed mustache, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"If it was a past time, I wouldn't mind, this kind of cute gadget is indispensable in the literary salon, but not for a while..."

"Why?"

The bookkeeper couldn't help but ask, and the latter glanced at him and pointed to the sky:

"Because that spider has been manic lately, I don't want him to ruin my reputation, and everyone else should think the same way. ”

Mr. Rudolph smiled and shook his head:

"Three days ago, Dr. Herman's clinic was demolished by the spider, and the poor old man later recalled that the spider was like crazy, chasing a bag-grabbing scrap and finally tearing down half the street, and yesterday, I saw the madman leap from the upper floors of my house with a bastard, and the poor bastard broke at least 20 bones. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman also sighed:

"Oh my God, it was on the 7th floor, and although he fought crime and even saved my niece from a damn pedophile, it was beneficial and welcome, but now, I have to say, he has gone a little too far lately. ”

"So you're worried about a spider that doesn't know when it's coming, and you're not willing to make two cups or even four times the profit?"

The gangsters laughed and lured the middle-aged man in front of him with clumsy methods:

"Think about it, Mr. Rudolph, when no one else can get enough goods, but you have plenty of goods here, where will those "big people" who originally looked down on you in the small salon, but can't help but be hungry in their hearts?"

"Uh..."

The bastard took a puff on his cigarette and said complacently, "I've always respected you artists with ink in your stomach, but I know that even the most elegant addict will be uncomfortable without smoking for 2 days, and I want to kill myself... Speaking of which, didn't you come up with the idea in the first place?"

These words moved the salon organizer in front of him, he was not short of money, what he lacked was a kind of social status, but he was unwilling to take risks, and even every transaction would not be faked, but in person, so that even if he was caught, he would only be unlucky, not implicated in the big man behind him.

It is precisely because of this protective measure that Rudolph's small circle has been seized three times, but it has revived for the fourth time, and even has a tendency to gradually expand, relying on Rudolph's all-round "carefulness".

"Well, well. ”

Mr. Rudolph nodded, snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard he had hired with a high salary handed over the money in his right hand, but at that moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the top of the truck.

"Bang"

Something fell on it.

The sound startled everyone, and the gentleman immediately got under the table, but no one laughed at him, and everyone else took out their weapons and pointed to the carriage overhead, and their fingers were pulled on the trigger.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't worry! There are six of us, and he only has one!"

The gangster with his oily hair pulled out a pistol, and he was a little flustered, but at least he was not at a loss, and he shouted:

"Everybody in a circle, back to back! I don't believe he would dare to rush in like that! We'll... Ahhhh

Before he finished speaking, the glass next to the nail was smashed with a punch, and as soon as he raised his pistol, a sticky white cobweb stuck to his sleeve, and the next moment, a huge force that could not be shaken at all came, pulling him out of the carriage.

The bullets flew sideways at an instant, smashing the carriage in front of him with thousands of holes, and the smell of blood mixed in the smoke of gunpowder, and he shouted directly in a hurry:

"I hit him! He's bleeding!"

The gunfire slowed down, and the most daring of all the people stuck out his head to look, only to find that it was the little oil head who had been pulled out just now who had fallen outside the carriage, the dog-legged man who could speak well, and who could always please the boss and was dead, and this man let out a scream:

"No, Johnson is dead! We killed him!"

"Hell, he's still here... Be careful!"

"Ahh

As soon as the warning sounded, a black shadow directly tore off the roof of the car and jumped into the car, the sound of bullets rang out again, the bullet casings smashed on the ground, and the blood and scorching smoke made Rudolph, who was hiding under the table, couldn't help but cover his ears and let out a frightened scream.

He's just an outdated artist, so why torture him so much?

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of bodies smashing steel is so creepy that if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that a normal person would be beaten like this, but the lethal bullet is so useless in the face of more lethal hunters, and in less than 20 seconds, those guys with guns are staggering to the bottom of the carriage.

Fell on the poison X they used to make a profit, blood splattered everywhere... Yes, not a single one survived.

"Bang"

The table where Rudolph was hiding was smashed with a punch and sawdust flew everywhere, and the out-of-gas artist let out a scream like a castrated male singer, screaming enough to pee his pants, waving his hands in terror, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a figure of a frightened scarlet spider on his chest, dressed in black leather armor.

"Spider... Spider-Man"

Rudolph screamed, "Don't... Don't kill me, please!"

Peter Parker glanced down at the box at Rudolph's feet, the scattered bills and the sparkling crystals, and he sniffled in disgust:

"You... You are guilty!"

"But I will not sin unto death!"

Probably provoked by death, Rudolph screamed and retorted: "I'm just buying and selling drug X, even the harshest laws, I only need to spend 10 years in a prison in New York... I shouldn't have just been put to death! Oh my God, you're not a law enforcer, you murderous spider!"

"Huh?"

Encountering someone who dared to refute made Parker feel a hint of doubt, and his head was close to Rudolph, who was choked by the neck, and he whispered in his ear:

"You're not afraid of me?"

The cold aura of cruelty freed Rudolph from that heroic state, and he begged for mercy with a loud voice:

"No, no, no, I'm afraid of you, don't kill me, I won't do it in the future! Look at the past, when you were wearing red, you wouldn't kill, everybody liked you, didn't they? But after you changed into black, everyone was afraid of you, and you didn't want everyone to be afraid of you, right? Don't kill me, spare me, as the red spider before... Please. ”

"Wait?"

Parker shook his head suddenly, as if to drive away some dark thoughts, he tilted his head and looked at Rudolph, "Before, am I different from before?"

"It's different!

Rudolph sensed the hope of survival, and he cried out:

"In the past, you were like a protector, you would be a little reprimanded, you would tell us what was wrong and what you couldn't do, but now you are like a butcher, look at you, kill 6 people without blinking your eyes, oh my God! Are you crazy? Or are you being controlled by some kind of ghost!"

This sentence slowed Parker's movements a little, and he threw Rudolph to the ground, who gasped for breath, turned his head and rushed out of the car, shouting as he ran:

"Help!

"You're the same as before, Parker, you're fighting evil, and he's deceived you, killing this guilty man! To punish evil is to do good!"

A voice sounded in his head, and it quickly made Parker's puzzled eyes turn cold again:

"You're lying to me! You're guilty! You... Damn!"

"Poof"

The next moment, blood spurted from Rudolph's shattered chest, and the warm blood filled the entire carriage, Parker took a deep breath, the smell of blood seemed to make him very comfortable, and some kind of urge surged in his heart, his left hand was outstretched, and a cobwebs stuck to the telephone pole above his head, after killing 7 people, he quickly rushed into the night.

Five minutes later, he returned to his room, his black spider suit quickly falling off his body, and rushed into the bedroom like a wild bull, and a moment later, Gwen's delicate voice rang out:

"No! Parker, not today! No... Ah, hate you!"

In the darkness that made people blush, the black spider suit was thrown on the windowsill, and the moonlight shone on the dark uniform, flashing a colder light, making the dress seem to be special.